Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

The next day, Xu Qing came early with a medicine box. He stood downstairs and looked at the man coming down from the second floor. He was turning his wheelchair slowly. The wounds on his body looked scary, but they were actually nothing. They were simply treated. Xu Qing only needed to re-apply medicine and bandage them.

As expected, Yan Yue who was ill last night was completely different from the one this morning. Last night he looked like he wanted to drag the whole world to death, but this morning he said good morning to the whole world. He was soothed that all his restlessness was gone.

"Ayue, are you still treating your leg?" Xu Qing asked jokingly.

Yan Yue ignored his joke and said, "Let's get in touch in a few days."

It was a private sanatorium on an island abroad. He had to be hospitalized first to prepare for the surgery. Xu Qing was puzzled: "Why don't you just take the patient with you? Why do you look so reluctant to leave?"

Yan Yue lowered his eyes and looked at the twisted and ugly legs that were covered.

Everyone is equal in the face of disease. People who undergo surgery must look ugly. Yan Yue doesn't want Hua Xia to see his ugly side. A man's idol burden weighs tons in front of the person he likes.

Xu Qing was convinced and couldn't help gossiping, "Why did you come down from the second floor just now?"

You should know that Yan Yue’s room is on the third floor.

Yan Yue glanced at him coldly: "The light in my room is broken."

Xu Qing: “Oh~”

"How did you get coaxed into good health yesterday?" If it was yesterday, Xu Qing would not have dared to tease him. Now he asked this question out of gossip and concern for Yan Yue's condition. As a doctor, it would be better for him to know more.

Yan Yue's lips were about to curl up: "She, kiss me."

Xu Qing: “…Oh.” He shouldn’t have asked that. You asked for your own pleasure, didn’t you?

On the other hand, Xu Qingsheng had some worries, but he chose not to say it at this moment. The effect of love medicine was very good. As long as Yan Yue was taking the medicine, he would not have a relapse. But if he was no longer taking the medicine one day, Yan Yue might not just have a relapse, but would inevitably die.

The kind that can't be pulled back.

This can be seen from these three muddled days.

After treating the injuries, there was a noise on the second floor. Hua Xia stood in the corridor outside the door with sleepy eyes, holding the ringing cell phone in her hand. She squinted and looked down. When her eyes found Yan Yue, she rubbed her eyes, clicked the answer button, and got into the elevator to go downstairs.

It was Meng Mu calling.

The couple woke up in the morning and found out that their daughter had returned to Yan Yue's mansion. Their first reaction was that she was coerced. Master Yan wanted to meet someone in the middle of the night, and their precious daughter had no choice...

Hua Xia: “…”

Hua Xia interrupted the two of them and said, "No, I came back by myself."

Mother Meng spoke cautiously, "Zheng'er, don't be afraid. If you are threatened, tell us. Your father and I will come to find you right away."

Yan Yue guessed that the call was from the Meng family. He had the illusion that these people were out to steal his wife. His eyes instantly became extremely resentful. He suspected that Hua Xia was leaving again, and he moved closer in his wheelchair, making his presence known.

After confirming their relationship last night by threatening to die, Yan Yue took the initiative to hold Hua Xia's hand: "You are not allowed to go back."

The voice was picked up by the microphone. The couple who were huddled in front of the phone were more and more certain that their daughter was being coerced. Hua Xia's explanation seemed pale and powerless. She threw the phone to Yan Yue: "I'll let him talk to you himself."

Yan Yue took it, looking impatient. With the majesty of a superior, he was about to give orders to the two people who wanted to snatch his wife away on the phone, but Hua Xia said, "Speak nicely."

Yan Yue choked back his words: "......"

He became more obedient, holding Hua Xia's hand tightly, and carefully chose his words on the phone: "..."

After a few deliberations, he said, "She's not going back. Why should she go back? What should I do if she goes back? How much money do you want?"

Hua Xia had a headache: “…” Is this what you mean by saying it nicely?

"Yan Yue......."

Yan Yue stopped talking, and said in a low voice with a gloomy face: "It is..."

Hua Xia wanted to pull her hand away, but Yan Yue spoke faster: "Then what do you say?"

The aggressive attitude was consistent with the inherent impression that the Meng family had always had of Yan Yue. Meng's mother wanted to cry but had no tears: "Master Yan, you have everyone you want, why do you want my daughter to be your lover? She is so young, I don't know how much she suffered when she was a child."

Yan Yue frowned: "What lover?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Hua Xia sighed: "Speak nicely."

Yan Yue whispered: "My wife...we are getting married..."

A relationship where we will be together forever and be buried together even after death.

In Yan Yue's eyes, Meng Rushen and his wife were just out to snatch someone away. How could he be in a good mood? He felt uncomfortable when he heard what they said about going home. Where to go back? Was that her home? Obviously, this was his place...

At the Meng residence, Meng Rushen and his wife looked at each other in confusion. Did they hear it right?

"Master Yan..."

Now, hearing these two words, Yan Yue felt that they were irritating: "Don't call me that."

The Meng couple: “…” What is that called?

The two suddenly remembered Yan Yue's displeasure every time he came to pick someone up with a gloomy face, Hua Xia's attitude of not being afraid, and that strange expression. It seems that the relationship between the two is not what they thought...

However, not to mention the age difference, the couple was unwilling to accept Yan Yue's murderous temper and crippled legs. They felt like their newly found daughter was jumping into a fire pit.

There was silence on the phone. Yan Yue knew what others would think. His anger concealed his inferiority complex, and his face looked gloomy and terrifying.

Hua Xia took the phone from him and answered for Yan Yue: "Just call me by my name. Xiao Yan Xiao Yue is also fine."

Everyone heard Hua Xia's subtext. The admission of the relationship was not coercion, nor was it someone's wishful thinking. Yan Yue was appeased by Shunmao. He has always had shallow kinship and had no feelings before. He walked on the tightrope of the cliff like a walking corpse every day, and he had long been cold-hearted, cold-blooded and cold-hearted.

But at this moment it was unspeakably soft, the feeling of being protected was strange and rare, the vibration of the soul caused the mountains and seas to collapse and the glaciers to boil.

"Really? Yan Yue?" The phone and the girl were both brought close to him. Yan Yue's throat was strangled and he couldn't utter a word of rebuttal.

He hummed from his throat: "Hmm."

The dark eyes were only focused on taking in the person in front of them, and when they looked into each other's eyes, their gazes trembled so much that they looked away.

"Find a time that is convenient for them to meet." Yan Yue said.

A formal meeting, as a boyfriend... Yan Yue suddenly remembered Yan Ting's public and lively engagement three days ago, and felt that this identity was far from enough.

When the time was set, Meng's father and mother were fully prepared for Yan Yue's change of identity. They arrived at the meeting box in advance, and during their uneasy and awkward wait, they were greeted by an unexpected scene.

The first to come in was Hua Xia, walking in front with a relaxed pace, followed by Yan Yue who came in in a wheelchair. It was not the scene they had imagined, where the daughter pushed Master Yan in and took good care of him. On the contrary, because the former walked briskly, the latter could hardly keep up.

When they saw the two of them pull away from each other, the gloomy and cold-faced Yan Wang's heart skipped a beat, and he pressed the button on the wheelchair in a self-deprecating manner, increasing the speed a little. After shortening the distance, he stubbornly began to push the wheelchair himself.

"..."

They were still a little unprepared.

I couldn't help but be surprised.